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The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.

Bayard Taylor

The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one’s own.
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Different Firsts People
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
Could one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt from the necessity of ‘creature comforts,’ a sea-voyage would be delightful.
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Comfort Sea Voyages
Who thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And yet, a shore Has set behind us, and will rise before: A past foretells a future.
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Hope Night Past
The nearest approach I have ever seen to the symmetry of ancient sculpture was among the Arab tribes of Ethiopia. Our Saxon race can supply the athlete, but not the Apollo.
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Apollo Athlete Race
The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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Aim Perfection Unattainable
I know I am–that simplest bliss The millions of my brothers miss. I know the fortune to be born, Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.
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Bliss Brother Missing
Departed suns their trails of splendor drew Across departed summers: whispers came From voices, long ago resolved again Into the primeval Silence, and we twain, Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same, As in a spectral mirror wandered there.
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Mirror Mirrors Self Summer Wander
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
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Moon Night Stars
An enthusiastic desire of visiting the Old World haunted me from early childhood. I cherished a presentiment, amounting almost to belief, that I should one day behold the scenes, among which my fancy had so long wandered.
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Childhood Desire Long
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen

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